Door floor and heaven tears to knowOur door bother sought mirth upon the stalking cat,askew ration,Deceived in puberty and instigated to screw the opposition Fat, tall, thin, car related sequelCow, flea, tar,enraged skin,a plate dimple sore. Nesting feather, bore complications That strong back door Cigar set fear on a plate paddled shieldLove Dad boreShe has…

Confusion is the slickest trapThe song was never sungLove that’s trapped inside itself Wishing to be oneWill it ever know?No no, never knowAh sweet one, I give you part of my soulI’d give it all, but it can’t go onDon’t ask me whyIt’s all in your sighDon’t ask me whyThat look in your eyeIt’s bound…

So many monads litter the plateauOver and over again They are different Verbs becoming objectsThe imploded sphere of hydrogen Exploding A perfect diamond in Plato’s heartAsymptomatically plummeting Resting on one of thousands gouged and ancient mesasVrilling 1/6/2023

Years ago, we rattled down the drive Step mother is in my mother’s gardenSpraying the beautiful old roseswith poison“Too much work”She said“Not my garden”She said.An act of timed poisoning Fully demented Desiccated and fetal nowThe flames of bardo are licking at our souls, now just a convenient enchanted spray of fading memories 1/4/2023

When white is black
all the bones change
the notes are spread as wings
above a storm

The horseman acts alone
but in fatigue meanders, filled with moisture

When resonance is silence
The tears of God become our wheat

Broken bread is fractured;No splint for the will,the starving child
What excited virgin is tasting blood
as the drums are hammering home?
What soldier’s itchy finger scratching?

The…

The stomachs of giant fishare dried to make the lanternsand the children sing the corn Waves are breakingbehind closed eyespinwheels from etherdance to strings unsung Tigers are wearing all our spacesuitsthe oxygen is slowly burningthe roaring is unendingin the diamonds of the night Drunken sailors are pissinginto the open mouths of baby birdsand all the…

I always loved the dark meat thatI haven’t eaten that will come to life. Unbroiled and raw the dark meat is waiting to be alive again. There is no question of a soul when you are talking about the uneaten dark meat coming to life. The soul needs to be held in by skin, and…